After hanging up the phone, Ayanokouji Kiyohira didn't want to go back to the classroom to face the curious interrogations of his classmates. After some thought, he went directly to the Cooking Room.
He now treated this place as a lounge, coming here to relax whenever he had nothing to do.
But to his surprise, someone was already there.
It was "Anna Kinomiya."
"Anna, why are you here?" Ayanokoji asked in surprise.
As a newly hired employee, Ayanokouji Kiyohira had given them spare keys, so Ayanokoji wasn't surprised she could enter. What surprised him was why she was at the casino at this time?
"Ayanokoji, I saw the Prime Minister's assassination trending. I thought you would definitely be questioned by many people. Given your personality, you probably wouldn't want to be disturbed and would look for a secluded, quiet place to rest, so I came here, thinking you might come…"
Ririka looked at Ayanokoji with worried eyes: "Ayanokoji, this case… it has nothing to do with you, right?"
In the entire school, perhaps only she and Ikishima Midari knew that Ayanokouji Kiyohira was the true "hostage" of the kidnapping case. She was very worried that Ayanokoji would be implicated in this Prime Minister's death case.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira understood her meaning, shook his head, and reassured her: "Don't worry, I've already communicated with the police, and it shouldn't involve me. The culprit in this case used a homemade firearm, completely different from the culprit who kidnapped me. The police probably won't merge the two cases for investigation."
Ayanokouji Kiyohira joked, "Anyway, I'm the victim. They can't possibly arrest me as a suspect, right?"
"That's good…"
Ririka had come because she was worried about Ayanokoji. Hearing him report that he was safe, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, I didn't expect the Prime Minister to just die like that. Even though he had so many bodyguards around him, they couldn't protect his life…"
Ririka still didn't have a real sense of this matter.
This Prime Minister had been in office for several years and had been re-elected in several general elections. His political power was immense, and he held immense authority. Even her father, as a faction leader, was very wary when talking about the Prime Minister.
She never expected such a person to die so easily, and moreover, to be assassinated on the street…
He was just like that American President from the last century, sitting in his convertible, enjoying himself, when suddenly his head was blown open, with no warning whatsoever.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira, however, felt nothing about his death.
"When people are killed, they die. Even if he's the Prime Minister, he can't stop bullets. If he died, he died. There's no shortage of politicians in this world; one dies, and someone immediately takes his place. There are plenty of people eyeing his position."
"Alright, let's not talk about these things anymore." Ayanokouji Kiyohira didn't want to discuss this topic with Anna anymore. He walked behind the counter and asked with a smile, "Anna, would you like a cocktail? If you're not in a hurry to go back to the classroom, I'll mix one for you."
Ririka shook her head: "I don't want a cocktail. If possible, I'd like red wine."
There were quite a few bottles of red wine in the wine cabinet. Ayanokoji turned around and scanned the wine cabinet: "What flavor do you want?"
"…Whatever you pick will be fine." Ririka replied.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira originally intended to just grab a random bottle, but hearing her say that, his heart stirred. Instead of taking a bottle from the wine cabinet, he squatted down, pretending to take a bottle from under the counter, and materialized an N-card red wine from his mailbox into his hand.
Ayanokoji took the bottle of red wine and two wine glasses to the table in front of Ririka, sat down, and poured a glass for each of them.
Ririka picked up the stemmed glass, took a small sip, closed her eyes to savor the wine, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
It was a familiar taste… After a long time, she finally drank it again.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira had been observing her reaction. When she drank the wine, she didn't show surprise, but rather a nostalgic expression—as if she had drunk this wine before.
Ayanokoji quietly activated the lie detection function of the Pinocchio Bracelet and asked, "Anna, have you drunk this wine before?"
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